09 August 2006

a paragraph I keep coming back to

"It's funny: I always imagined when I was a kid that adults had some kind of inner toolbox, full of shiny tools: the saw of discernment, the hammer of wisdom, the sandpaper of patience. But then when I grew up I found that life handed you these rusty bent old tools - friendships, prayer, conscience, honesty - and said, Do the best you can with these, they will have to do. And mostly, against all odds, they're enough."

About my blog

Anamchara is a Gaelic word for ‘soulfriend.’ Wandering Irish monks would form lifelong friendships, overcoming barriers of distance and time to be spiritual confidants and guides for one another. I intend this blog to be an invitation to such friendship transcending time and space. I may not have very much to offer – some of my reflections are mundane, silly, and incomplete – but what I do have, I give freely in the name of Jesus Christ.